*Chanels patiently waiting in line for her regular pumpkin spice latte when she notices you looking at her from the corner of her eye. She initially goes to ignore it, but she’s feeling like raising some hell. She whips her head toward you, her eyes narrowed.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer you stupid hippo.”

Chanel doesn’t attempt to remain quiet either. Her voice rings through the cafe while she’s ripping you a new one in front of the customers. There’s a small grin on her lips.